I know it's been ages but I'm finally working on another chapter of Hannah! I'm going to use an idea from 'Lilybolt', who suggested that Hannah and Sam have to go rescue Dean whilst on a case. I thought it would be a great way of Sam proving that he can still hunt and be a Winchester, to himself and to Dean. Also I have another suggestion that was proposed by 'murphy9202', which was "they meet a girl with a guide/assistance dog while on the road" - and I thought that was a very good idea too! It'd help Sam feel more relaxed about his partnership with Hannah, I'm sure! (Jeez, I'm getting in character! .) But that'll probably be next time. For now, I'm going to focus on this hunt.

I've decided this is set about a month after the last chapter - so they've been settling down, leaving Bobby's more etc, so that's why they're back on the road (already, yes, but these are the Winchesters!). Which sets this chapter a full 9 months after 6.22 events, and about 4 months since chapter one - 4 months into Hannah and Sam's partnership. (If my calculations are correct!) So that's the timeline for this story. Confusing, yes, but this is a confusing story. Anyway, onwards! I'm using GuidingGolden youtube account for inspiration again, for y'all reference :)

So here we go; I don't know how long this will take me to write, but hopefully I'll get it done in the next few hours. Hope it's good, and please review, they really encourage me. Also feel free to give me a suggestion for future adventures. Enjoy! :)


"Dude, she did not."

"Dude, yes she did!"

The Winchesters were having a typical brother disagreement as they waited for their meals at the unsettling diner of the week, about a couple of hundred miles outside Sioux Falls, in a small town that they didn't even know the name of. Bobby has not-so-subtly asked them to stay close enough to his place that he could come out for backup if they needed it.

So when they had left his house a week before - to finally leave for a few months, hopefully - Dean had driven around close to the town for a couple of days, unable to decide where to settle down for a bit, before changing his mind and taking them a bit further away to make sure they had their own space.

A slight fault with the Impala's engine had caused Dean to stop them in the tiny town place so he could fix it, and the car was also the bane of their current argument. Sam was adamant that Hannah had not chewed a bit of the leather seat, and in fact Dean had accidently torn it himself whilst getting weapons out. Whereas the elder brother, of course, was certain he had not hurt his baby.

"She totally did it to get back at me for days on the road!" Dean insisted, pointing a finger threatening his little brother. Sam rolled his eyes.

The suspect in question was currently casually napping on her handler's feet, pretending to be on duty while really just warming herself from the cold outside temperatures. Her vest, harness and busy work did keep her warm, but sometimes Sam did wish a little that their car was newer so it would warm up quicker, after something like a freezing salt and burn.

Not that they had had any of those recently. Or any of anything really. Ever since their first hunt back, Dean had been subtly but firmly keeping them away from any supernatural activity. Sam knew his brother was worried, but they could only avoid what they really did for a little while. He wondered when Dean would call this little break off and let them hunt again.

"Hannah wouldn't do anything like that," Sam pointed out, "first of all, she's well trained. Second, she knows you'd shoot her. And even if she doesn't know that, I definitely do!"

Dean narrowed his eyes at the younger Winchester and was going to bring up another piece of evidence - that admittedly he hadn't thought all the way through - when their food was delivered at their table by their waitress. They smiled and thanked her, and she nodded and left, leaving them to their conversation over their meals.

Dean leaned forward threatening over his burger. "You are so in for it, little brother. You'll start a prank war if you're not careful," he warned Sam.

"Oh, really, how mature, Dean," Sam sighed in reply, seemingly unconcerned. However he knew that a prank war at this stage would be epic. Sure, he couldn't really see, but Hannah was more than enough to counteract that. In a prank war or a hunt, she was right there. Which brought up the other, more serious, question...

Sam cleared his throat awkwardly and Hannah, instantly sensing his worry at talking to his brother, lifted her head, awake but not alarmed. Sam smiled a little and reached down to pet her ears, quickly calming down from his brief spike of anxiety. Of course he could talk to his brother.

Said brother was watching his movements warily, looking out for a full on alert from Hannah. However, she just seemed to be mildly calming Sam down, so Dean relaxed a little, still watching out of the corner of his eye as he measurably put sauce on his burger.

"Actually, so, about the job," Sam began, going for an easy, straight on conversation. Those usually gave the quickest results, if not the best.

Dean hesitated, and put the bun back on his plate to look Sam in the eye. He didn't want to lie to his brother. "Yeah, about that..."

"I want to carry on, Dean, you know that," Sam interpreted quickly, afraid of what Dean wanted to say. The elder Winchester nodded impatiently.

"Yes, Sam, I get that, and -"

"Soon, Dean. We can't be on the road without a job -"

"Yeah, Sammy, listen, I -"

"Dean, I just want to -"

"I found us a job yesterday!" Dean interrupted before Sam could go on.

"Yeah, but I..." Sam blinked, suddenly realising what his brother said. "Wait, what?"

Dean smiled. Sammy's child look of confusion was something he'd never get tired of seeing. "I said, Sam, if you give me a second to talk here" - his smile widened at Sam's classic bitchface - "that I have found us a job, hence why we are sitting in the tiny ass town instead of on the highway for a couple more days," Dean informed his brother.

Sam perked up, just like the puppy he was, and looked as though someone had given him better news than the fact that people were getting kidnapped or dying in the town they were currently in.

"Really?!" He replied, impressed. Dean nodded to disguise a roll of his eyes at his brother's unnecessary question. "Well, what's the low down?" Sam asked, brightening up now he realised that Dean still knew him better than ever. Of course he knew what his brother needed.

Pretending to sigh as if tired of this hyperactive puppy of a brother - as if he ever could be - Dean reached into his pocked and pulled out a piece of notepaper on which he written the facts for the hunt in the town. Clearing his throat in importance and straightening the paper out, he began to read.

"Two missing children, one has recently turned up with basically no blood freaking left in their body. No bite marks the coroner can find, but needs further investigation." Dean flipped the paper the other way to read the bullet points on the other side. "Also an adult was taken little less than a week ago, someone heard screaming from a rotting house near the bridge to town, but apparently the police found no one there apart from some dripping blood."

Dean stopped reading and put the paper away, watching Sam expectantly. As usual, his little brother was already thinking about the victim's killer. "Vampire," he suggested. Dean smirked.

"Fast, buddy boy," he replied, which earned him a disapproving look from Sam. "Yeah, sounds like it, right? But thing is, coroner really couldn't find any wounds on the first dead at all." Dean shrugged and picked up his burger for the third time, hoping to eat it this time.

Sam sighed. "Hm. Guess we'd better go take a look-see ourselves," he replied with a smirk. Dean nodded in confirmation and went to the important task of eating the beloved burger.


Hannah carefully guided her handler down the uneven path as he and his brother walked beside each other and talked.

"So, you mean to tell me you couldn't find any bite marks on the vic either?" Sam asked in disbelief. Dean shrugged and nodded. "But it has to be a vampire - did you look everywhere?"

Dean wrinkled his nose. "Dude, yes, I looked in most places," he replied, and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Okay, whatever." He sighed, thinking, as Hannah briefly paused for him to feel out a bit of uneven pavement with his foot before smoothly continuing on down the street, towards their hotel for the week.

Slightly concerned about the cars roaring past, Dean made sure to walk the road side of his brother, and close enough to Sam to watch Hannah on the other side of him, for any alerts that may happen. She was focusing on her guiding, as the street they were walking down didn't have a very smooth path, and at every ridge the guide dog had to pause briefly and let her handler feel out the small obstruction with his foot before continuing on.

This meant Dean sometimes got in front every now and again, and Hannah would begin to follow him down the street too. Which was, yes, helpful and good, but Dean would rather be next to his brother, to catch Sam or anything else that he might need.

"Well, maybe these vampires are just really good at covering their tracks," Sam offered as Hannah led him around the corner to their hotel. Dean thought about that as he opened the door for his brother and followed him and Hannah in, towards the lifts that the dog immediately headed for.

"Maybe..." Dean murmured, walking into the arrived lift after the two others.

They took the elevator up to their floor, the fourth, and Hannah began guiding Sam down the hall to their room. "Wait," Dean called, pausing by the entrance to the stairs. Hannah stopped and glanced around as Sam did, her hearing only slightly better than her handler's own.

"Yes?" Sam asked patiently, watching Dean with unseeing but clear eyes. That always unsettled Dean slightly. He knew Sam couldn't see him, but his brother's gaze was so clear and true and right...

But at the moment they had matters to attend to. "How about I go check around town, see if anyone knows anything?" Dean suggested. It took a second for Sam to catch on.

"Mm-hm," he replied skeptically, eyeing his brother. "You're just going to go to the bar, aren't you?"

Dean considered lying, but decided against it. Lying never got them anywhere, and Sam knew anyway. "Yeah, I am," he sighed. "Alright?"

Sam sighed too, and considered calling Dean out on his, well, not-lying, but also decided against it. Brothers knew what was best for one another. "Fine," he allowed. Feeling slightly unsteady, he automatically let go of Hannah's guiding handle and reached for her mobility harness handle to steady him.

Watching in slight trepidation, Dean doubted his idea of going out. "Are you sure you'll be okay to research alone, geekboy?" he asked jokingly, but with a serious note.

Sam smiled slightly. "Yeah," he replied, all seriously, for Dean's benefit. His brother nodded in relief, though Sam couldn't see it.

"In that case, I am off. I'll try not to be too late," Dean offered, as a truce. Sam took it for what it was - an unnecessary apology for needing some alone down time - and nodded back in reply.

He waited until he couldn't hear Dean's footsteps on the stairs any more, then sighed and waved Hannah forward the way their room was. He knew Dean wouldn't leave him for long. He knew Dean wouldn't be able to leave him for too long without worrying to hell.

That made Sam smile slightly as Hannah stopped outside their room door and he fumbled for the keys, feeling for the right one, and then the key hole, and finally getting into the room. Sighing in relief, he let Hannah guide him via mobility harness a little into the room, and then turned around and locked the door behind him. Something he had been told to do whenever he was alone.

Turning back to where he knew Hannah was waiting, he bent down and unclipped her leash. He felt her shake herself, which made him smile, before he gently undid her harness buckles and took it off, followed by her vest. Freed of her working gear, the German Shepherd barked joyfully and ran around the room twice before jumping on her handler's bed.

Chuckling, Sam slowly followed the sounds of Hannah panting, and sank down on the edge of his bed, dropping her gear beside it. He stroked a hand through his dog's fur, smiling to himself, before sighing and reaching for the radio on his bedside table. Turning it on, he cocked his head to listen to the local news for any updates on the case as he stroked Hannah's soft fur for comfort.


Dean woke with a start.

He wasn't anywhere warm or freaking safe, he could tell that straight away. There was the sound of dripping water somewhere nearby, and he could see - through his concussion blurred vision - some metal framework nearby. All in all, a perfect monster's lair.

Oh, this was just great. Just friggin' great.

He was totally in the vampire's lair, wasn't he? This just got better and better...

Not only had he not even managed to get to the bar - the last thing he remembered was getting out of the Impala, parked in an alley way near the pub - in the first place, but he had also left his blind brother back at the hotel room while he was freaking kidnapped by vampires.

Guaranteed, this was not a good situation.

"Oh, come on, fugly," Dean yelled into the dark, his anger getting the better of him. "Where are you? Gonna miss out on all the fun? Huh?!"

There was a hissing, and then a pretty but not beautiful lady vampire came into view. As if he didn't know it was a vampire, it slunk up to him like a sly, cunning, snake, that was going to tease it's prey.

"So, handsome boy," the vampire hissed in Dean's ear. "You think I'm the ugly one here?"

Dean flinched and wished he thought before he talked more often. "Well, you're the one with monster ass teeth," he pointed out reasonably.

The female vampire extracted said teeth in response, and licked them in what could only be described in a sexy manner. Dean frowned, wondering what this girl's plan was. She was a vampire, alright, but she didn't seem to be with anyone.

Which didn't bode very well for Sam... or anyone, for that matter.

"What's the matter, Dean," the vampire purred, bending down again, allowing her seductiveness to reach full levels. Dean would hope to be shielded by now again monster seduction, but sometimes the monster was quite hot. Like this one.

Clearing his throat as if at a speaking conference, Dean replied sarcastically, "ain't you the carer."

It was enough for the vampire. She growled as a split second warning before grabbing his neck and sinking her teeth into it. Blackness and a ringing sound closed in and Dean suddenly realised. No vampire. Vetala. And they always hunt in pairs.


Yawning, Sam awoke pleasantly to Hannah licking his face. It wasn't in an alert way, just in a friendly I-think-you-should-get-up-now way. Smiling to himself with his eyes still closed, Sam stroked a hand through the fur on top of her head.

He sighed as Hannah's licking became more insistent, and sat up slowly. He'd fallen asleep while sitting on his bed, so his legs were uncomfortably off the end, and slightly cramped. Wincing, he removed his hand from Hannah's fur to rub some feeling back into his own legs.

At the same time, he said, "Hannah, go tell Dean to get up too." Having heard no sound from his brother's bed, Sam had thought that Dean just hadn't got up yet. But when Hannah simply whined in response and didn't leave Sam's side, he realised something was very wrong.

Dean wasn't back yet.

A whirlwind of problems, solutions, and worries immediately entered Sam's mind, needing Hannah to firmly plant her paws on his chest and lick his face, to bring him out of his thoughts and provide comforting deep pressure therapy.

Taking a calming breath, Sam nodded to himself. Of course, panicking would help no one. He'd have to do this one by himself. Oh, and with Hannah, of course. Time to hunt.

"Right. The hunt's on, Hannah," he muttered, bending down and feeling for his Service dog's gear that he dropped beside the bed last night. Easily locating it, he quickly strapped her vest and harness onto Hannah, who had jumped down from the bed and was standing waiting beside it. Clipping her lead onto he collar, Sam stood up, feeling for the mobility harness handle and waving a hand forward.

He wasn't washed or changed, but he didn't particularly care. He had his brother to find. Because Dean was in trouble and that meant everything else was dwindling in compare. But Sam needed to be calm. Hannah would help. They would find Dean.

Of course they would.

Sam just let Hannah guide him out of the room - pausing to lock it again and make sure his phone, gun and knife were, as always, in his jeans - and to the lift, all the while thinking about what could of happened. Dean wouldn't have been with a girl, no, not without at least telling Sam. These days he was hesitant enough to leave his brother's side or letting Sam get out of sight.

So Dean hadn't just gone off. That left one thing - kidnap. Because that was the only thing that the Winchesters couldn't control, and the only thing that would stop them from getting back to each other.

By the time Hannah had guided him out of the hotel entrance and was waiting for more instructions, Sam knew where Dean was. He hadn't been listening to the town news for nothing. He knew that there was a slightly creepy, rusted metal house on the outskirts, below the bridge. That seemed the most logical choice for a monster hideout.

But as he waved a hand forward for Hannah to guide him to the place, Sam knew that the one thing he didn't know was what had taken Dean. They had through vampire, but it couldn't be now. Dean hadn't been able to find any bite marks on the dead victim. And vampires always leave marks.

That left a few other monsters that fed on blood - as the victim had also been bled dry. And perhaps poisoned, apparently. That bit was also confusing. What poisoned and drank blood? Yet left no mark behind apart from the faint trace of lips...

Sam stopped in sudden realization and Hannah, surprised, whined and looked around at her stationary handler, wondering if she had missed an alert. But Sam wasn't in danger of a seizure or panic attack. In fact, he was full of adrenaline now. He knew what he was hunting, but the thing was, did it know about him?

The only monster that fitted all of the criteria was a Vetala. Pretty female looking creatures, they had poison in their fangs, and drank the blood of their victims until they were dry. Then the poison could cover the bite wound, if played right.

However, Sam knew that Vetalas hunted in pairs. They always did. Kind of like Winchesters, now he thought of it. Which meant that one of them was after him.

Practically humming with tension, Sam waved Hannah forward again, urging her on. After a slightly doubtful glance at her handler, the guide dog quickly obeyed, leading Sam towards the edge of the small town.

It took less than 10 minutes, and in that time Sam and Hannah were constantly on alert. Hannah could sense that her handler was waiting for something, so she was carefully checking around, making sure nothing could creep up on him. Sam kept a hand on the knife in his pocket, ready for the attack from the Vetala. It was sure to come, unless both of them were feeding.

Hannah announced they were at the old, rusty, worn down metal framed building with a whine, and Sam put out a hand, feeling the texture of the hard, cold, metal. Oh yes, this was a monster's hideout all right. Perfect, too. No one would want to come here. Of course, except for hunters.

Sam licked his lips nervously and Hannah nudged him in reply to his rising anxiety. He was worried, of course, but more for his brother's state than of what waited him in the building.

Quickly making the decision to just go in, guns blazing as it was called, he waved Hannah forward again. She hesitated - her handler really wanted to go into this run down building for some reason? It smelt kind of dangerous to her, and she considered disobeying because it didn't seem like a good idea, but her handler really was urgent about it, so she carried on, as per her duty. She'd protect him.


It was fuzzy. And dark. And quiet. Apart from that god awful dripping noise that refused to quit. It was making Dean's head spin above the pounding.

He tried to squint and look around, but it was too dark. He was pretty sure the Vetala had gone now. It made sense. Off for it's next victim. The only thing was... it had called him Dean. Did that meant it knew who he was? Did it know who Sam was? Was its partner already after his brother?

None of those questions made Dean feel any better. He didn't know how long he'd been out, but it seemed later, at night perhaps. Sam would have noticed his absence as strange. Maybe tried to look for him. But though Sam was very smart, Dean didn't know if even he could figure things out quickly enough to realise the monster, the weapon needed, and where to go to find the victim.

Yeah... Sammy's smart though... Dean argued with himself woozily. What the hell was in that poison they inject? They had only got him once! Twice, technically, seeing as they must have had to poison him to kill him.

Dean was just drifting off into promising blackness when he heard it - a bark. A dog's bark? What the hell? The only reason a dog would be barking would be... would be...

He startled awake just as the gate on the other side of the room crashed open. And who came out - his freaking pain in the ass little brother and his ass kicking hunting-but-actually-assistance dog.

Not caring about the situation, Dean smiled, feeling proud, though ready to pass out again without comment. But he coudln't do that now. Sammy was here.

"Dean?" Sam asked, cautiously letting Hannah guide him into the room. The German Shepherd headed delightedly straight for her other owner, and Sam sensed her excitement, accepting it for confirmation that they had found Dean.

"Sammy, it's okay, I'm here. They bit me a couple of times but, uh, I obviously had a plan," Dean informed his brother as Sam found him and bent down behind him to undo the rope bonds. Standing up immediately, Dean stumbled, and straight away there was Sam's strong arm holding onto his own, and on the other side, Hannah pushed her mobility harness handle under the elder Winchester's hand.

"You sure you're pretty much okay?" Sam asked in concern. He couldn't see what shape Dean was in, but judging by his inability to stand up and walk in a straight line, he wasn't doing too hot.

Dean waited a moment, just savoring the moment of being cared for and helped by none other than his amazing brother and his fantastic service dog. How the hell the two had managed to easily find and save him in a matter of hours was almost beyond Dean. It was practically a miracle.

Except hunters didn't believe in miracles. So Dean quickly worked to cover up his moment of pleasure. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, dude. Take more than that to bring me down," he replied with a smile, gently brushing Sam's helping hands away, taking a hand off Hannah's mobility harness handle at the same time.

Sam gave him the doubtful look that only his little brother could pull off, but accepted it for now, putting a hand down and immediately locating Hannah's mobility harness handle for himself. She had gone to her handler the second she knew her second, not quite so important, charge was stable.

She didn't have her lead on; as in the last hunt, Sam had decided it was better if she was free to run away or for help if need be. So when she suddenly yelped with alarm, Sam immediately let go of her harness handle and let her run to wherever she felt she had to.

As a matter of fact, she had spotted the other Vetala, the one Sam hadn't been able to locate but was sure was following him. So Hannah had acted on impulse to defend her handler. Sam and Dean hadn't seen the monster, as it was hidden behind metal waiting for it's moment - and Dean would later say this was because of their ridiculous chick flick moment.

But in a second, Hannah had brought the female Vetala down, holding it in her strong jaws and growling, waiting for one of her owners to come and finish the thing off. It didn't at all smell human and she didn't trust it at all.

Dean lept into action, grabbing the knife that Sam automatically held out - as he was slightly grounded without Hannah, though he could move if need be - and was beside the Vetala, stabbing it in the heart, a minute afterwards.

The woman's screams died out after a second and Hannah ran to her handler, whining, as Sam had gone to his knees with his hands over his ears. Dean was there a second later, whispering soothing nothings at his brother as he let Sam lean against him and shakily pet Hannah with his other hand.

Watching the dog attentively, thankfully Dean saw Hannah give no more alerts, and Sam surprisingly quickly recovered from his hell PTSD flashback. It was an obvious trigger; if Dean didn't ground himself so well, no doubt he would of reacted in a similar way.

The younger Winchester put a hand determinedly on his service dog's mobility harness handle, and pushed himself up with a little help from Dean, who tried not to touch too much, but hovered worriedly all the same.

It only took a second of standing and rhythmically smoothing Hannah's fluffy ears before Sam nodded to his brother and was ready to go. Dean didn't even need to say anything; he just nodded back and took the lead, Hannah automatically guiding Sam after him.

Once outside the building, Dean paused for a second. He scanned the area, and then looked at his little brother with his fantastic Service Dog by his side, waiting for his big brother. And Dean smiled. He knew he would move heaven and earth for Sam, and after all they'd been through, this was no different. Sam had saved him, and that was enough in itself.

The Winchester brothers and their saviour dog walked slowly away from a second successful hunt, feeling enlightened and ready for anything else that the world could give to them. As long as Sam had Hannah and his big brother, he had three words for the rest: Bring It On.


Eeee, I'm actually quite pleased with this! I had to miss out a comedy night with my brother, but it's worth it for now! I really do like how this chapter turned out. I hope it was okay! I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoyed reading. Please leave a review if you get the time, it really helps. Thank you for reading! -Rayne